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Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah IAMDDB, 'cause I keep it G, yeah, yeah Put that bitch in the soil, cocaina in the foil Take your bitch, I'ma suck her in yayo Another mill', another Quelo, ey I'ma take you, I'ma take you Don't mess around I'ma replace you With money and power and bitches I don't give a fuck, you on my hit-list Take your bitch, take your wife, take your business Yeah yeah Like who this little nigga pushin' way up I got mills to make you prices that you can pay up Like ooo, collecting on my pay checks Like ooo, I can see you through my Ray Bans Like ooo, oh, you think, you think I'm thinking bout you DDB could kill you once but I'ma kill you twice, yeah Roll my weed, keep my bitch is a main plan If you gon' fuck with me you winnin', we finesse it like Yeah yeah, cut a throat, maybe two, maybe more I don't really know but I gotta go Operation, operation Take your bitch on vacation Don't need a hoe, I can't save you They don't like what they tasting No samples, no fake shit I can see you through the faces Got that Hendrix in my car Purple rain in my blood Got the feature, more like I'm the plug You won't see me in the clubs Wavy, wavy, wavy baby I get careless, cautious and crazy Give a fuck, you can never replace me Even god can't save me Neither Robb can save me Neither Jeffery or Richard or Nathan 'Cause I been movin' brazy, yeah Smoking daisies in my doobies, yeah Is it the money, or is it the bitches Either way I get both Can't hit me up, you fuck with the snitches Can you take it, take it, take it You finna fake it 'til you make it 'Cause I be on so much crud, finna make it Like who this little nigga pushing way up I got mils to make you price that you can pay up Like ooo, collecting on my pay checks Like ooo, I can see you through my Ray Bans Like ooo, oh you think, you think I'm thinking 'bout you DDB could kill you once but I'm gon kill you twice, yeah Roll my weed, keep my bitch is a main plan If you gon' fuck with me you winnin', we finesse it like Yeah yeah, cut a throat, maybe two, maybe more I don't really know but I gotta go Operation, operation Take your bitch on vacation Don't need a hoe, I can't save you They don't like what they tasting No samples, no fake shit No more fake shit No more begging Moving brazy Yeah, yeah, I'm moving brazy Yeah, yeah, fucking crazy Yeah, lil' bitch, lil' bitch Don't you fuckin' snitch
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